Well she comes from the land

Of Valencian winds

Deciduous daydream

Dressage round the bend

See sometimes just maybe

The mistress of when

A triptych of new touch

From heaven to men



She likes nice cars

Invisible trends

She bites the heads off

Her mutual friends

We dine at the table

She sits at the end

She likes big words

And playing pretend



Come now dear boys

How, where to begin?

She's Ursula, major

Of the prison within

She's always in parties

She's struggling to win

Your sashes of New-Ro

From psychic to sin



Let down your void

Your need to defend

So pseudo-mindacious

She's cruel in bed

You'd think she was precious

Something like you said

Cause she's got the secret

In which fate depends



She likes nice cars

Impossible trends

She bites the heads off

Her beautiful friends

We dine at the table

She sits at the end

She likes big words

Although we'll never comprehend



She likes nice cars

Invisible trends

She bites the heads off

Her musical friends

We dine at the table

She sits at the end

She likes big words



She likes nice cars

Impossible trends

She bites the heads off

Her beautiful friends

She lights all the candles

They burn at both ends

She likes the ones

That you'll never understand



She likes big words